Italy is at the best of times a place of contradictions. My dad began the first of many buying trips to Italy in the early 80s, and I began the first of my many Italian adventures just before my 4th birthday in the summer of 1988. It is a place where I have learned to expect the unexpected; things can move from hellish to heavenly in a matter of minutes. Nowhere is this more apparent than in the South, where the ugly gets uglier but the beauty is beyond spectacular.
A practical example of this can be found in the airport hotel we stopped at last night. Wanting to get a good start cycling today but having to drop off our hire van, (photo of our new friend below who helped us load the bikes in) opted for functional rather than quaint. Bizarrely, however, next to the runway is one of the most stylish and well run hotels I've ever stayed at in Italy at an almost unbelievably low price given the money it must have cost to build this place and to maintain it.
A few photos below of our fuel for the day. It is due to be 31 degrees at the peak today and currently a few tropical showers are breaking through. Nothing but open road ahead.
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